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| 20 Aug 2015 03:04 AM |
Vaktus Hires a Skyrim Guard
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Vaktovian scientist were attempting to turn the digital into the physical. This ambitious project was ordered by the Emperor himself in order to cheaply produce simple drones for his conquest. Program the AI and design in the digital world and print it in the physical world. The first attempts were horrible, the programming was just too much to the point it didn't meet his exact needs. In a last ditch attempt, he thought of something so simple it just had to be the perfect solution.
He dug through his personal archives finding his old personal computer. Managed to power it and locate the files for his ambitious project. He ran it through to the scientist in charge who have pretty much given up on said project, and they lost it.
"You're joking, right?" asked the Scientist.
"When did I ever joke around?"
With that being said the scientist got to work and started the process. Couple hours later the bot was ready to be built. The skeleton was set in its place and ready to go. The scientist activated the machine and slowly but surely there it was in all its glory. Tall and uncaring eyes, it stood there as if it was waiting to be told to do something.
"Guard, you are to replace the current sentry. Down the hallway and to your left."
The guard obliged, and proceeded to walk down the hallway. Vaktus followed suite and watched carefully. The guard walked up to the sentry and just stood in front of him without saying a word. Finally the sentry spoke up.
"What in the world do you want?"
"That's some fine Imperial armor you got there" replied the guard.
"Standard issue, now state your intentions" urged the Vaktovian now raising his weapon at the guard. It was rather unnerving as the guard didn't show any signs of fear.
"Guard might get nervous, a man approaches with his/her weapon drawn..."
"You went up to me!" the sentry was already shouting, "I'll have you know th-"
"I need to ask you to stop. That... shouting... is making people nervous." and this made the sentry even more furious. How could one be so thick? Vaktus on the other hand was slightly amused at this conversation. A Vaktovian being insulted by a very simplistic AI, truly a sight to see.
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| 20 Aug 2015 03:36 AM |
http://www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=143270594
Check out my mixtape bruh
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| 20 Aug 2015 03:38 AM |
I have literally asked you guys to go into overdrive.. to push yourselves, to get you guys that next step that we've wanted to go, you know. We have taken that step, we've all done this as one clan, one.. team. But we're not there yet. We still aren't - we've still got one more clan left to go. Just one. We, have apparently have been ratted out by someone in this TeamSpeak, but it matters not. Because tomorrow, we're going to be marching on their doorstep. It matters not that they know now but apparently we've been ratted out and it looks like we already have a confirmation of who. Shame on you.
But it doesn't matter. We have allied - the clans that we have wanted to ally. We have beaten every single clan out there. We have won each and every one of our battles either through the shake of the hand of friendship, or the point of the sword of war. We - are going to win the clan game. We have engaged every single one, we have defeated RAA, we have destroyed alliances such as FoS, we have gone along and we have allied the best of the best, we have a Coalition of Steel on our backs, we have the masters of WIJ, we have the fricking badasses of Frost Clan, we have the motherfrickers who scream PRO PATRIA at our side. We have everyone we need - together. But we just need that one, last, step. And that one last step is going to be the broken, red banners of those MOTHERFREAKING VAKTOVIANS, that have plagued us, that have flamed us, that has done every single thing to step us down so that they can keep their little freaking reputation together. No more. NO MORE. Because tomorrow is OUR day, tomorrow is Arcadia's day, tomorrow is the day that we take that last step. That last step to where we win the clan game. Where we have done EVERYTHING.
This isn't just a matter of Glory to Vaktovia, this isn't a matter of marching to tomorrow; glory to ourselves, glory to us. As we have made it. We just have to cross the finish line. And the finish line is in black and red. Cut it down. Shoot it. Bomb it. Destroy it. Take that last step. Together, come with me, and we will win - it's as simple as that. GLORY TO ARCADIA.
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| 20 Aug 2015 05:02 AM |
more copypasta please
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